Truly, one cannot live without the beloved, yet can indeed die without them,
and their loss could never be a pleasant thought. They should harbour regret for parting from them,
and not regret that they did not die with them. But your manner of loving is quite singular,
and your inclinations naturally so cruel that poison and daggers are the finest gifts
one could ever receive from you when you wish to show your friendship.
Tell me, how can you reconcile all these things? Knowing that the heavens watch over me,
I am convinced that if I were to die, it would be arranged in such a way that your injustice
and my innocence would be clearly revealed.
You say that I have sent my portrait to Antony and thus carried on an affair with him. And
at the same time, you accuse me of having another relationship with Joseph, because you assert
that I entrusted him with your deepest secret, by revealing your murderous intentions
against me. It is impossible that I ever gave myself entirely to him as a reward for such
information. Think well, Herod, what you say. Could Antony and Joseph
have coexisted within my heart? Were they rivals of equal stature and merit?
And could this Mariamne, whose birth is so high and illustrious, whose soul is so noble and glorious
that some see this proud nobility as a defect rather than a virtue, have fallen for two such different men,
the only common ground being they would have indeed failed to touch her heart had they tried?
My conquest is not as easy as you seem to think, and I am startled that you who has
never attempted it, imagines it to be so straightforward for others. I admit Joseph told me
of your ill intentions against me, but I did not believe him. At first, I thought it a wickedness of Salome,
who wished to instigate a confrontation between us, plotting my downfall.
She thought that my death would hurt me more than that of Hyrcan and my brother. What made me doubt more<
hr> was that Joseph tried to convince me that I should thank you
for this extreme show of your love for me. Moreover, he only revealed this plot to me
upon your return, and he did it in the presence of my mother and all my women, not making it a secret.
I must confess that while I was prepared for everything from you, I doubted the truth of Joseph's words.
I believed, as the father of our children, you would not be capable of such cruelty. I did not pass any
judgement in my mind and waited for your return.
I welcomed you with the same sadness I've always had since the loss of Hyrcan and Aristobulus,
without laying any extra blame on you. Observing your actions, I must admit, I still doubted the
truth of Joseph's words. Salome's malice augmented these suspicions, and when I brought it up to you,
it was more to clarify the situation than to accuse you. For if it were true that I had any special affection for Joseph, and
that I had taken what he disclosed as pure truth and evidence of his compassion for me, I would rather have died than reveal it,
and the unfortunate one would still live.
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